Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the

stared at Henry with a hint of fear

assuring gently, “I am your uncle. Your mommy

relaxed, closing his

heart ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in

murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom

“You’re afraid now?”

car door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing so out

silence, he gently stepped

car slowly pulled

Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake.

Henry holding

froze for

in a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with

Crystal nodded.

the staircase again, she opened the

gingerly tucking the tiny boy into

was too soft, or the day had been too long, for the

she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling

finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were

heart

head and patted Berthold. “This

her guilt on her

a tender voice. “You must have

came out more vulgar than he

the children hear you. We’ll

a fierce glare, but times

armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly

eased the tense look on

grasped her hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to the

Crystal agreed with

had unresolved matters between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the

do? After all, I am Melora’s

the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s

as Crystal was about to

emotion washed

hand, she reassured, “You should have come back sooner. Your brother is

out in a soft voice,

and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us

Melora nodded.

then went to prepare the snack. By the time everything was ready, Melora

own cotton pajamas, the kind where the

Crystal noticed.

remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat.

sat down and began to

longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking

kept

with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back

could she

single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like milk powder and

Alfred had shared good times together. However, they were swept away by

spot him in the newspaper. He was still the dignified and

had lost her youthful radiance.

said, “Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger.

poor girl

went to see Henry

open the heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp that was

behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the

behind her, walked to the window, and

too much! Aren’t you afraid

her

voluntarily

cigarette

shared silence for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days

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